We slept surprisingly well after the trauma
of the previous evening – mainly due to all the cheap booze I’d say. We ordered
some breakfast from the kids at the front desk – it was a bit dodgy which
confirmed our plans to hunt for greener grass.
We asked around at a few places we could
see from the ‘road’ – i.e the strip of dirt/sand that lead around the island in
between all the beachfront places and the many accommodation options the other
side. Our criteria was pretty simple – near the action, has a pool, hot water
shower and available. The first couple were no good and really expensive so we
thought we were stuck, but then we found another place that had potential and
was within our price range. Lisa went and grabbed us a couple of sunloungers on
the beach and I went and sealed the deal, it was only $10 a night more than the
current place – but we got to see the room first and it was amazing. Large
bedroom with ceiling fan, fridge and storage – plus a HUGE bathroom with a cool
waterfall style shower and hot water! We booked there for the last 2 nights
having decided we’d have to give more notice than the afternoon to the current
place.
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| Not a bad little spot for a cocktail |
Content with our new digs – we decided to
indulge ourselves at Scallywags Organic Beach Club, one of the more fancy
places along the strip. It had big sunloungers on the beach right in front of
the best swimming area, with umbrellas and a little table – and more
importantly table service for cocktails and food. After the hectic sightseeing
and scooting of our Ubud holiday, and the let down of our arrival it was
perfect, and it felt SO good to finally relax and do nothing.
That night we headed up the east coast
towards the main beach and its restaurants. I was keen for some more happy hour
action before eating so we were strolling up the strip being beckoned in by
everyone as we passed. One guy actually made us both laugh and was fairly
original with his patois so we decided to give it a shot. It was called the
Freedom Bar and was basically just a square of bar with a few stools around it
– an old rusty fridge in the corner and a carved pole in the centre with
spirits on shelves. He rustled us up some tasty drinks, and we chatted with him
and a few others around the bar. That’s when we met ‘Chagu’ – he looked and
sounded like an Indonesian Bob Marley and before we knew it, he’d rolled a
massive joint and was smoking it behind the bar whilst he sang and made
cocktails – to our surprise he was more than happy to share and proceeded to
pass it around everyone sitting at the bar!
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| Chagu |
About an hour, and 4 drinks later (Lisa:
read: could NOT drag James away from this bar!) needless to say we were ready
for some dinner. We headed back to Scallywags for another BBQ dinner and then
prepared ourselves for another trek back to our accommodation through the field
of death (as Cooksey was now referring to it…) When we got back a couple of the
staff were still hanging around, so I told them we’d be checking out in the
morning. They instantly got a bit shirty and said we weren’t allowed to leave
early but we’d sort it out in the morning…
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